Goodnight My Love

You are the sleeper,
I am the bed.
You come when you’re tired
to rest your head.

No matter where you’ve gone
or for how long.
If you’ve laid in other beds,
or refused to rest at all.

When you’ve returned, I’ve not moved.
I’ve waited still,
to feel your breath— to put to rest
your dreamers head.

But once you’ve rested, recharged
and collected, imprinted your heart
into my caresses—
you are gone.

Because you are the sleeper,
and I am the bed.